Breathing Fire

If I could build a castle
Post sent’nels breathing fire
Would you wear glass slippers
And deign to call me sire?

If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire

Alas! There are no dragons here
The knights have long retired
Yet true love casts its magic, still
Your heart is my desire

<grin>

And, yes, that is an unenhanced photograph.